Narrow as a finger, black deep as a mine. Swim against the current, along the crumbling coastline. You would strike a bell and run. I would show you the wide, watery sky. Pause here for a moment, filling stones with lives. In the navel of the ocean, you’re unafraid to die. Drunk among the whispers, we tell stories penned in caves. All this island quivers, as we sink beneath the waves. You would strike a bell and run. I would show you the wide, watery island, between the stones and sun. I’ll hide my heart as deep as hell.

2. Darts and Kites (4:17)

Of the many men I am, the fool is never concealed. Of all the books I’ve read, nothing ever revealed. Stack up all the heavy words, burn them and walk away. I cannot remember much more than a day. I’m dwelling on the darkest stone, wandering the world and never coming home. Talking to myself again, pouring salt in wounds, pretending that what isn’t said is clearer than the noon. Soaring over frozen fjords, crashing to the rime. You offer me a slender hand
and teach me how to climb. I’m dwelling on the darkest stone, wandering the world and never coming home.

3. Chasing Eagles (5:24)

One day you’ll fly to the top of the world and build a cottage from the fallen birch. You are a secret and I, a mystery. Only fools ignore what’s under their feet. A stem without roots, entwined with weeds, the comments mumbled between apologies in the voids where once lived leaves, blue upon blue, green upon green. Your eyes sharper than my dull hands cutting a swath through foreign lands. Maybe you are lost, netted far away, someone different every day. My footsteps gentle as a hurricane, your soul like smoke rising in my rain. We leave the empty room and the day collapses into words written with ashes.

4. Every Day Is Too Long (6:53)

This word has hardly begun, this world already done. So slowly does time unwind, and every day is too long. No cross carried, no stone rolled away, I’m living blindly, heedless of today. I sit here struggling against the mother-of-pearl of your skin. I want to hide myself in this song because every day is too long. No cross carried, no stone rolled away, I’m living blindly, heedless of today.

5. Sylvi (3:53)

Once I spread my arms and fell, mouth open with nothing to tell, swallowed the bland fruits of the sky. On such nights, who could survive? Where are my old seasons? Apologies more than reasons, the winter behind the spring...Make me forget I am no king. You’ll gather me over the fire, I’ll stretch you across the sky. You say there’s time but I have none. Life is so short, forgetting so long. Sit by counting the window panes. We will never be the same. Shore this against a coming storm. I’ll still be here when you’re gone.

6. Milkweed (4:18)

Arriving by the slightest of chances, gnawing on husks of stolen glances, the thinnest skin of laughter, unworried for what comes after. I’m a man wider than the sea. You flail those two letters as if they don’t shred. The moon glowed between your fingers before they were the breath that lingers. And you, more slender than milkweed.

7. Afterthought (5:26)

Snow melts into the ocean. Open the skies and pull the stars closer. These times as swift as feathers. I’d rather be worse than better. Then I heard your music scattered so cautiously where your hair falls, a few notes of a song you’ll never hear.